(Trigger warning, rape)
Tonight she finds herself in a locked car,
The skeleton bones of metal become a hallow cage
Her toes sink into the floor mats, cold shoots up
her rib cage like liquid mercury as
he picks the lock on her front door. But,
her mother always disregarded trespassers
After all, that's why her dad worked two jobs
to pay for the security system sitting idle next to
the coat rack, no one ever would get into those doors
As long as you don't open them for anyone
As long as you keep your body wrapped in barbed wire
No one will ever get in.
But the boy inside her leather coat is telling her that
there are always unarmed basement windows
As she crawls bloody and beaten through
1st base, a horror story of loose brake pedals
and red lights with cut wires.
She slit her wrists open on second base because
going farther was the only was to get out.
The one way street baricaded her inside
the residential parkway straight past
Third base, as the sunroof caved in and the
airbag warnings made perfect Sunday magazines,
maybe this is the time they were meant for reading
Home base was rickety, as the Suburban teetered off the cliff
Her eyes found the sun visors and wanted nothing more
but to fold herself up inside of them and lock the
glove compartment
Game over, the anouncer echoes, his voice reverberating
down her spine, through her fingertips that rested on the glass
No one would get in, her mom would tell her at breakfast.
As long as you don't leave the door unlocked
Because then you would have
asked for it.
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Teen FictionCollection of poetry and short narratives I've written so far, some of it is simply class assignments while others are older, published works. All of them were written of experiences personally affecting me; nothing artificial! Thanks for reading- y...
